You've started coming home drunk, unable to even stand. The next day you're grumpy and barely even talk to me. You never give me flowers or kisses or anything. Why do you act like i'm not there sometimes?
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Better Strangers (Mike Kerr fanfiction)
FanfictionJust some short tumblr-ish chapters and an emotional ride ((UPDATE - THIS LITERALLY ISNT GOOD I COULDVE DONE WAY BETTER Y IS IT THE MOST POPULAR FANFICTION IVE WRITTEN))
